@✾ ⋰ yunjin h. both palms smooth down the expanse of the front of jiwoong's white button down shirt, smoothing down the wrinkles that had come to fruition from the fabric being in a pile on the floor for the last hour or so. it had been quite the easy day so far, and to be honest, he was thankful. it was the beginning of a new month which always ensures a good amount of traffic, at least for him. especially in the month of october. holidays were kind to him, always bringing in new visitors and clientele, who then returns in the following seasons to come. a tradition, they would say, and he would brush the strands from their face with a coo and happily agree.
well, for the paycheck, he would agree to mostly everything and anything. but his clients didn't need to know that.
to celebrate the end of a successful few days, jiwoong found himself sauntering through the private booths yet not making much of a deal of his own presence in attempt to not attract anyone around. to be frank, he was excited for what was currently awaiting him: good food, a good drink, and his bed. a pleased sigh slips through his lips at the thought, and he's temporarily blinded of the sudden interaction at the mere thought.
but, then his abdomen suddenly became very cold and the white shirt was painted in streaks of maroon. his hands had quickly grasped upon the woman's elbows without even recognizing who it was at first. "i'm so sorry, are you o-- oh, hey yunjin. i'm so glad it's you, are you alright?"
a fellow pearl, thank god. jiwoong couldn't quite imagine what he would have had to do to make up for this if it were a client. a relaxed smile tickles his visage, and he removes his hands from her elbows. "it's alright, i wasn't really paying attention either. but you'd be correct, just finishing up actually." his left cheek is pulled into dimple and he rubs the nape of his neck with a low hum. he'd known her for quite a while, even prior to her becoming an employee herself (which he probably would have advised against for her or anyone else that he knew), and before she was just a good friend, like a little sister. but lately, it had become different.
looking over her body once, it was clear how much she'd grown up and lately, it was clear how much he'd been attracted to her, each time becoming stronger and stronger. it seemed to be harder for him to walk away, or to keep his own hands to himself.
@✾ ⋰ jiwoong k. premeditating this little get-together by timing her schedule with his own— solely for the reason of being closer with him— is easy. it's been years, after all, and with them being workmates for almost six months now, this is a long time coming. jiwoong should also count himself lucky that she didn't use any devious means to get his attention, mostly relying on her own luck and charm in order to catch his attention, and not the type of manipulative that she's picked up on from either her father, her friends or, worse, her mother.
and, while it did work, she's growing impatient with their limited interaction.
between getting busy from her school work and the steady stream of her clients inquiring about her services, she fears that whatever they have would become stale once more if she allows him to get comfortable with whatever they have as of the moment.
she does not like that. after having wasted so many years pining for a man that treated her like a little sister, she won't allow anything to block her path of getting much, much closer to him again. he's one of the very reason why she's here in the first place; if she couldn't have him for at least one moment, what exactly is the point of being here?
so, there she is, waiting for him to come by just so she could ‘bump’ into him by accident, the private booth she'd reserved on that day just waiting to be occupied by her and her current victim.
once she sees him, ready to go out of the establishment in his casual attire (much like what she's wearing), she slips out of her hiding spot, a bottle of red in hand, and knocks onto his side with a squeak. then, she lets out an awkward laugh, her eyes taking in his features. “sorry, i didn't know where i was going.” as her irises glide down, she pretends to give him a once over— assessing. wondering what's underneath yet again. “i see you're finished with your shift.”
